DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters or Pitch Perfect *sobs*

The party was beginning to wind down. Laura and Tom had retired to their room at ten when Rosie finally crashed.

Jesse and Beca were the only ones left on the table and two out of about fifteen that remained in the room. They were watching Jesse's exceptionally drunk Aunt Mary attempt the macerena alone on the dancefloor.

"Do you think she know she's completely out of time?" Beca asked wearily, muffling a yawn on his crisp white shirt (he'd ditched his suit jacket when Beca flicked cream cheese frosting all over it).

"I have no clue, but I don't think a sixty four year old should be thrusting her hips like that."

"Damn, I hope I can still move like that in my sixties." He looked at her in disbelief and tightened his grip on her shoulder.

"I'll just watch you from my wheelchair because this treble is probably going to suffer from major back problems with all the dancing Benji's organised."

"Benji's in charge of choreography?"

Jesse ran a hand through his hair. "Yep, he took one dance class and now he thinks he's some modern Fred Astaire."

"Well, good luck with that."

They settled into silence intent on watching Aunt Mary do the cupid shuffle. The DJ looked like he was about to drop dead behind the huge speakers, his eyes drooping and headphones slipping down his head.

"Jesse, Beca!" Jesse's dad George made their way over to them and took one of the empty seats. "Long night, huh?"

"Yeah, I think we're just about ready to head upstairs." Jesse turned to Beca and she nodded in confirmation.

"Good. You've got a long journey ahead of you tomorrow, I'd get some rest." He scratched his greying beard, a habit Beca noticed Jesse got from his dad. "Can I talk to you guys about something?"

Jesse's heart rate began to quicken, his dad was the kind of man who wasn't afraid of feelings and would openly express himself to his wife and kids whereas Beca had grown up around two parents who expressed themselves the wrong way around her.

"You're seniors at college now, something I want to congratulate you guys on by the way, which means that in a few months you'll be graduating." He paused trying to make sense of what he wanted to say to the two twenty one year olds who sat expectantly awaiting his next sentence. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that I don't want you to regret anything when you're my age."

"Dad if what you're trying to say is don't rush into things, its fine. We're fine." Jesse added when George glanced to Beca.

"I love you both." Beca's eyes widened and her hand found Jesse's knee. "I mean it Beca. And I only want the best for you two as individuals as well as a couple. When you leave college, suddenly everything is going to feel very real very quickly. Have you discussed what's going to happen at the end of the year?"

Jesse opened his mouth to speak then shut it again when he realised that they actually hadn't since Beca called a rain check so he was shocked when she answered the question.

"We're kind of waiting to see what happens in the next few months. I have an interview for an internship at a record label in Georgia next week and Jesse's still waiting for a reply from the studio that contacted him out in Los Angeles. So we'll see what happens." His hand stroked her upper arm, proud that Beca had been the one to talk about their future, even if it was to his dad and not to him.

"Okay, it seems that you have a plan in place to a certain degree so I won't push you any further." He stood to leave, his bones cracking painfully loud over the music. "Just remember to enjoy yourselves. You're only a senior in college once." Beca rose from her seat and kissed his cheek goodnight and he moved to give his son a hug.

"Night dad."

"Goodnight, my boy."

He reunited with Sandra who was beckoning him from the door. Beca picked up her purse from the table and Jesse tucked their jackets and the flowers beneath his arm, wrapping the other around her shoulders.

"We'll see what happens?" He questioned while they waited for the next available elevator, his parents and a few aunts and uncles governing the previous one.

"Is that not what you want to do?" She wondered whether she was too forward with George in front of Jesse knowing that she'd been putting off talking about it for a while with him.

"No, I'm cool with it. I just wanted to know why you won't talk about it with me that's all." He tried his hardest to mask the bitter tone to his voice but Beca knew him too well and picked up on it. They stepped in the elevator and for some reason he wished they'd taken the stairs.

"Like your dad said, everything becomes real senior year and there's always that possibility that… you know, maybe things won't work out exactly how we want…between us."

They arrived on their floor and Beca stepped out of the elevator stopping short when she realised he wasn't next to her. She caught his arm and pulled him out before the doors shut on him.

"You can't be serious?"

"Jesse…" He walked ahead of her toward their room, his shoulders sagging under the weight of her words.

"Jesse will you let me explain?" she jogged after him only stopping to remove the heels that were giving her serious blisters. He pressed his head against the door to their room cursing when he couldn't find the key.

"Explain what? How you don't want to be with me after college?"

"I never said that!"

"Come on, it was basically implied."

She reached around him to open the door and pushed him inside so the whole floor wouldn't hear their argument.

"Just let me explain for fuck sake!"

He collapsed on the end of the bed and she took a seat next to him. She drew in three deep breaths exhaling heavily through her mouth.

"I want to be with you Jesse. I want to go apartment hunting with you and cook you breakfast in bed and kiss you when you come home from work. But I'm not letting you give up your dream of scoring films in New York. I won't allow that."

He was quiet, dwelling over her words. And when he replied it was barely a whisper. "But I love you."

"And I love you too Jesse. But I'm not worth you giving up your dream for."

"But I'm not giving it up."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not." He sat forward and took her hands in his. "I'm not." He reassured her.

"I don't understand…"

"They emailed me back."

"What, when-?"

"Tuesday. Apparently I'm good enough for them to wait until I graduate."

"Jesse this is amazing!"

"I know." He looked up from her hands and they burst into grins that made their cheeks hurt. "You know what this means right?" She shook her head excitedly. "We're moving to LA"

"We're moving to LA." She tested the words and did a little happy dance when they sounded like music to her ears. "WE'RE MOVING TO LA!"

He put his weight onto her small frame so she collapsed into the cotton sheets. She searched for his lips and gasped when he nicked her bottom lip playfully. His chest rumbled underneath her fingers and she pinched the skin on his neck lightly.

"Play nice." She mumbled against the slowly reddening skin and pressed herself against his lap so she was now straddling him; their positions reversed. She went to work on the buttons of his shirt, pressing a hot kiss to every new patch of his chest that she revealed. He shuddered beneath her when she reached his waist band and she freed him from the constraints of his slacks. He kicked off his shoes so she could remove them properly and he sat up so he could unzip her dress.

She collected her hair at the side of her neck and he slowly let his fingers graze the creamy skin of her back as he pushed the zipper down. She shuffled out of it, the gorgeous piece of fabric accompanying his own clothes.

"You're so beautiful." He murmured against her neck, his chest still against her back. Beca's steady breathing hitched when he pressed his lips to an especially sensitive spot just below her ear and his fingers traced the treble clef tattoo slightly above her hip bone.

She whirled around and pushed him back down on the bed. "Off." She pointed to his boxers and he willingly obliged, throwing them in the general direction of their other clothes.

A/N: I thought things were going a bit too smoothly for these two but I can't stand them arguing so I kept it short. Only about 5 or so chapters left of this, however I'm considering writing a spin off... maybe. Anyway, as always any reviews, favourites and follows count as secret Jeca kisses we knew they had but weren't in PP2 ) Thanks for reading!